Chapter 1577: The Ruse of Self-Sacrifice

Chapter 1577: Chapter 1577: The Ruse of Self-Sacrifice

In the painting, a young girl is engrossed in her drawing, and separated by a sea of sunflowers, a young boy lies on the ground, gazing at the sky, his brows and eyes carrying a faint smile, as if dreaming of something.

No one is more familiar with this scene than he is, it’s something he’s experienced before, and it’s appeared countless times in his dreams.

Mu Yan walked in, stood beside him, followed his gaze, and said, "I painted this based on my imagination, this is the best image of our first encounter that came to my mind. Of course, the only regret is that I couldn’t see you on the other side of the flowers, but it’s okay, this painting is just the beginning, every day of our lives is a continuation of it."

"This is the best gift I’ve received." Jiang Jingheng said, looking at Mu Yan, "You worked hard."

"I didn’t work hard. I used to think I had to do something for you to prove my worth, but now I realize, my existence itself is a kind of value." Mu Yan smiled, "At least, in this painting, it’s just you and me."

"Hmm."

Mu Yan yawned again, she was really sleepy.

"Honey, can I not drink the soup? I’m really sleepy." She leaned on Jiang Jingheng, starting to act like a child.

Unfortunately, Jiang Jingheng wasn’t swayed at all, "No, eat first before you sleep."

Mu Yan pouted, looked at him, and said dissatisfied, "Honey, is it that after I got pregnant, you don’t love me anymore?"

Jiang Jingheng was amused by her words, he would actually prefer if she didn’t have this child.

He said calmly, "Since you know you’re pregnant, you can’t be willful, eat more so it can grow."

Mu Yan furrowed her brows and said, "That makes sense, I should eat well then."

Jiang Jingheng, "..."

Aren’t women supposed to not like being called willful?

Getting a woman to gain weight for a child, doesn’t that usually make them dislike the child?

"Honey, come on, let’s go downstairs." Mu Yan urged.

"Okay." Jiang Jingheng collected his emotions, took her hand, and went downstairs.

When Mu Yan returned to the bedroom, she found that the painting by the bed was gone.

She turned back to Jiang Jingheng who had just come in and asked, "Where’s the painting?"

"I put it away." Jiang Jingheng said calmly.

Mu Yan, "..."

So he rushed upstairs just to do that?

It’s not a masterpiece, does it need collecting?

Fine, let him be, she’s really sleepy now.

Jiang Jingheng lay down with her for a while, and when she fell asleep, he got up, tucked her in, and left.

He went into the study and made a phone call.

His handsome face now cold and stern, completely unlike the tenderness he showed Mu Yan earlier, "Would a two-month miscarriage cause health issues?"

The study was very quiet, so much so that the voice on the other end of the call came through clearly.

"That’s hard to say, it depends on the body, some women have thin uterine linings and an abortion can lead to habitual miscarriages, making it hard to conceive again. I’m a psychologist, why are you asking me this? Who’s pregnant?"

Jiang Jingheng didn’t speak, he wasn’t particularly hopeful about having a child, it didn’t matter to him whether there was one or not.

But was she thinking the same way? Thinking of the delighted expression she had when she told him she was pregnant, he hesitated.

"Looks like it’s Mu Yan who’s pregnant, isn’t it?" said the person on the phone, "I’ll give you some advice — don’t have any designs on this child. No matter how much a woman loves a man, it will not surpass her love for her own flesh and blood. Using the bitter flesh tactic once is the limit, don’t underestimate a woman’s intelligence."